I Was Raised By A Father Who Majored In Drama In The 70's .

Tumblr truly has always made me feel all sorts of things

u ever listen to this and want to cry about friendship

This is how I feel when my grandparents let me take care of their garden when they go away

I sometimes wonder, February, if i still know you, or if you're just an echo in time, just a memory, an illusion i cling to so i don't lose my mind like i lost you

Of course that would mean that i ever had you to begin with, which is an illusion in itself

The thing about her books Is that they get better every time you reread them so don't be scared;)

i want to finish all the osemanverse books because i love it all so much but then again im scared that once i finish them all ill have nothing else to do and my life will lose all meaning and ill be sad forever

Good night radio silence lovers

actually tumblr should pay ME for sticking around this long

John Cimon Warburg, autochrome of tree branches, circa 1909.